I, Gu Yan, woke up after dying suddenly and found myself an “unauthorized account” in a world of urban legends.
Other people get chased by ghosts. Ghosts chase me for autographs.
Other people avoid the rules. Wherever I go, the rules follow.
The most ridiculous part is that there’s only one way to stay alive: form contracts with different high-risk women.
The aloof campus beauty says the contract requires holding hands.
My childhood friend says it requires a hug.
The rich heiress says it requires a kiss.
I say, wait a second. Are you three messing with me?
The three of them answer in unison: “The contract terms are real, and so are our feelings for you.”
I look down at my student ID:
Status: Deceased. Time left: 7 days. Ways to recharge: hugs/holding hands/sharing body heat.
Help me.
Is this really about extending my life, or am I dating?
Late that night, the campus beauty knocks on my door and presses a new contract onto the table.
On the last page, one line is written in blood:
“If you break our contract, I’ll find you before the ghosts do.”
